Please read this Author Note! I have put this on hiatus, my profile has more details.


Sandra shuffled into the bullpen of the BAU, hating her life more than usual. It was her first day here, working alongside the feared and revered. Her nose was basically plugged, her throat hurt, a headache ravaged her mind, and she couldn't breathe. She sat down in her desk by a guy in crutches, with hair nearly down to his shoulders. She sniffled a little bit, noticing he tensed up out of the corner of her eye as she filled out some basic questions on the forms. She tried to keep her sniffling quiet, really, but it was near-impossible with the stubborn refusal her nose held. And the fact that her poor co-worker tensed every time made her try to do so quietly. She loudly sniffled, then broke down coughing when her throat was irritated. Most of the others looked over in concern. However, he snapped toward her fearfully as if she were a school shooter or terrorist before diving under his desk in a halfway dramatic manner, as if falling from his previously seated position. What's his problem? She mused, shaking her head slightly and instantly regretting it. She sighed before clearing her throat the best she could. "Hey, uh.. sorry man. I hate myself too, right now."

He timidly poked his head above his desk as she blew her nose on about three layers of tissue. "I-I can't help it. S-sorry." He sat down again in an odd way, as if worried his chair would eat him. "Sho-ould you even be in right now?"

"First day. If I hadn't shown up, called in sick..." she trailed off, shaking her head slightly. "At least this way they have legitimate proof I was hating life." Neither of them were concerned with one of the other agents getting up, the one with the dark skin and too-white teeth.

Next thing Sandra knew, her boss (now known as Hotch) was ordering her to go home. "M'kay..." She said in an exhausted manner, standing and holding her head. "I don't think I'm driving though..."

She noted the literally rainbow-outfitted person that was now grinning in Timid-Guy's direction. She had a picture of a panda on her shirt. "Reid, remember that bet you lost a while ago?" She asked. Ok, his last name was Reid. That was a good starting point for conversation.

It seems he knew what she was talking about. "No. I am absolutely not getting into a car with..." He trailed off as she grinned.

"Sandra Greenway. And... please?" She did the best puppy eyes she could, and considering her current condition making her look pathetic, he caved.

"Fine. But only so you stop scaring me." He stood, following her out to where her car was. She unlocked the passenger door, clambering into the gorgeous red Mustang that had not been there before her arrival.

"Fair warning. I listen to music that scares most."

"I'll take that into consideration." He said as he sat down in the driver's side, closing the door. She shut her side as well before pulling up the address on her phone and setting it where he could see it.

"Ok. I've never driven a mustang before, but it can't be too hard, right?" He asked himself nervously. Reid turned the ignition on, only to be blindsided by softly-playing Styx. He'd never even heard of this kind of music before. She leaned her head against the window glass, just listening to it as he pulled out of the parking lot. There was comfortable yet tense silence for several minutes as she pondered over the multitude of facts she'd learned.

"You lost a bet?' She said suddenly, startling him out of listening to the music.

"Yeah. It was based on something we've been wondering for a while. I had no idea that Morgan knows how to skate."

She chuckled. "I play instruments..." He looked over in surprise for a second before focusing on the road again.

"I wouldn't have suspected that, you don't seem like the kind of person." He instantly regretted his choice of speaking when he felt her gaze scorch him from the passenger side.

"For your information, I play guitar, drum, and I even do the piano once in a blue moon." She sighed. "I hate having to play anything else."

"Let me guess, your taste in music?" He didn't like it much. Though he dare not say that out loud quite yet.

"That and my parents were into the idea of me learning how." She shuddered as the car stopped, opening the door with no issue. She wanted to just burrow under her bed covers and stay there. "Stay a minute if you want. Hotch messaged me during the drive, said that 'Garcia forced you into taking today as a day off.' His words, not mine." She suppressed a grin when she noticed his discomfort.

"It's probably a good idea for a get-to-know-me thing anyways." She continued, unlocking her modest home. It was a small one, master and guest bedroom, with two bathrooms in total, a kitchen, a living room, and a few extra ones that she was mostly using for storage. She walked over to a small rack, with newspapers in the bottom of each bin.

"I forgot to check on you guys..." She opened the first one, to reveal a serpentine body halfway hidden under a small container with a hole cut in it. There was a pale purple water dish in the small tub. "Hi Squeaker." She said, lifting the hide as Reid shrieked and backed up, only to flip over the couch in a comical manner with his legs sticking into the air. A tiny ball python hid his head, hissing in terror. She chuckled, lifting him out of the tub and holding it gently. She turned to find Reid scrambling upright but keeping a wary eye on the snake in her arms.

"Oh relax, he's harmless. Your scent probably scared him... he doesn't like people much." She pet the tightly coiled snake as he relaxed before slowly sliding up her to coil around her neck. Reid could hear it let out an occasional 'whee' noise, a squeak. Squeaker's head peeped out from behind the side of her neck, a pink tongue occasionally flicking in and out. "That was a ridiculous reaction, do you want to hold him?"

"Er, sure. But that doesn't mean I was ready for that shock." He nervously held out his hands as she slid Squeaker into his grasp. She turned around and just began going through the routine of caring for the others, which he wasn't paying attention to due to the curious little childlike creature now in his arms. Squeaker slid towards his torso, slowly clambering up his shirt to pause at his neck and grip it before pulling more of himself up. He felt the snake march its way around his neck, the occasional cool breath of air startling him as Squeaker exhaled. He smiled slightly when the little snake settled, head right under his ear.

"So... can you do me a favor and get the chicken soup in the fridge?" She asked, settling down on one end of the couch. She had an absurdly fluffly blanket wrapped around herself, a tight cocoon that he doubted he'd want to escape from.

"Sure." As he prepared it, he reflected that maybe, just maybe, this would be the start of a new friendship.


Hey guys! I don't recall one hundred percent everything they dumped into Reid's character, so this may be slightly OOC for him. Sandra's pet Squeaker is based off a pet snake I know, adorable little bugger. As for the slightly dramatic actions, blame my friend for that since I asked for their help. Suggestions welcome, this is basically a collection of one-shots based around humor. Sandra's appearance will come more into play next chapter when she decides to invite everyone over. Also, Sandra's love of music is based off of mine. Styx has always held a special place in my heart. Earliest I remember listening them to was at seven. I was thinking of their song Half-penny Two-penny / AD 1958 when writing this.